Jessica couldn't believe her eyes, but there was no doubt
about it, Brandon, while physically still himself, was now a
mental baby.
As the teen stood at the top of the stairs, sucking his
thumb, it was obvious he had wet himself.
"Mommy," he said, taking his thumb from his mouth as he
grabbed hold of his wet dick though his pants, "Branny maked
an ax-e-dent."
It didn't take Jessica long to figure out what had happened,
of course. Obviously the regression formula Brandon had
accidentally drank wasn't EXACTLY the same as the one his
father had gotten originally, but close. How was she going
to deal with TWO babies now! One of them her now infant
husband, the otehr her mentally regressed teenage son.
(sigh) "Come on, Brandon, let's get you changed."
Carrying little Rick with here, who was nodding off in
infant need of a nap, she took her teenage son by the hand
and lead him to the master bedroom.
"Stand here," she told him as she put his now sleeping,
infant father softly on the bed, "and take your pants off so
Mommy can change you into something dry."
She wasn't exactly sure WHAT she was going to use, but she
knew she had to get him into something.
As Jessica turned in search of something to diaper her big
boy she heard him whimper. Turning back, she saw he was
beat red. The idea of stripping naked in front of his
mother and having her diaper him, in some way, seemed to
bother him. Apparently he still had SOME modesty, along
with some of his mature sensibilities, trapped inside his
yourthful mind. But that didn't matter to her.
"I said take them off!" She said sternly. The command was
so firm that infant minded Brandon didn't dare refuse. He
begn to fumble awkewardly with his belt and pants buttons,
but to no avail. He seemed to have lost the knowledge, or
the coordination, to undo his own britches.
"Oh, for gosh sakes," Jessica said, marching up too him,
"Let me do it!"
In one smooth motion she yanked down his pants. For the
first time since puberty Brandon felt his manhood exposed
naked to his mother.
"Wow," she said under hear breath at the sight that greeted
here there. "You've, eh, certainly, er... grown up there a
bit, haven't you, Brandon."
That was an understatment! The last time she'd had to
change her son he'd been an infant, with a propotionally
infantile penis. Now, as a teen, Brandon was, bluntly, a
very well hung young man. He was, in fact, far above the
average, something he himself had realized after seeing his
peers in the locker room at the school on so many occasions.
And, also to her surprise, her teenage son, though acting
like an infant, was also clearly in a state of sexual arousal.
Gulping at the site, she tried to calm him, "Okay son, now
just try not to be nervous, I'm sure this is very hard... I
mean, very difficult, for you. But I promise we'll get
through this just fine. Now, lay back on the bed and Mommy
will take care of everything."
Going to the bathroom she returned with a very large towel,
which she folded into a makeshift diaper and placed beneath
her son's rather handsome teen bottom. She didn't have
anything else to use that was "diaper like" and that would
fit this giant, teen-baby.
Carefully she folded it up around him, which for some reason
made him giggle like a child, in spite of his obvious size
and situation.
Using a wash cloth she carefully wiped off and dried his
genital area. It sure wasn't the same as when he'd REALLY
been an infant, she thought, as she tended to his hairy organ.
After a moment she stood back. There, lying on the bed,
sucking his thumb innocently, was her nearly adult son,
wearing nothing but a towel in the shape of a diaper.
He was restless. Clearly there was something particularly
unsettling about this situation for him, but what was it,
Jessic wondered.